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This is how they kept their relationship relatively private:
They were kissing in bed, Kazuma having kissed a line from Bishamon's collarbone to her breast, and just when he started licking her nipples and reaching a hand down to stroke her, his hand stopped; he lifted his head up, abruptly.
"Wha-?" Bishamon craned her neck upwards. "Kazuma what's wrong?"
Kazuma's eye glinted. "Kuraha is thirty meters from our room."
"Kuraha is in his lion form, he can't turn doorknobs now, don't stop what you're doing."
"Okay."
More kissing. Now Kazuma was gently rubbing the pad of his middle finger against Bishamon's clit, stroking her firmly as he sucked lightly on her nipple. Bishamon moaned softly. Gently she felt him move to position himself against her.
"Veena."
"What?"
"Kinuha and Akiha are coming close to the door."
Bishamon whined. "Don't stop," she said. With practiced deliberateness, she hooked her leg around the small of his back and dug her heel into his flank, pushing him inwards. He cried out softly, the blunt head of his penis slipping into her entrance.
"Veena this probably isn't a good idea," he said. His voice was soft, breathy, as he pushed inside her fully, stroking in and out. "I'm pretty sure they're coming toward us."
"How far away are they?"
"Twenty meters and closing."
"The door is locked," she said. "They might pass us by."
His voice was ragged. "We should probably stop."
They didn't stop. The bed rocked. Quietly Kazuma breathed heavily against her jugular and rocked into her body, the weight of his pelvis pressed deliciously against her clit, and Bishamon moaned softly, her arms around his back. A dark blush cracked across Kazuma's face as he thrust, and for a moment he seemed to forget the potential threat of Akiha and Kinuha. His strokes were harder now, with gathering purpose. He felt good, and she must have felt good to him, too, because he breathed hard and squeezed his eyes, his mouth going slack and his face red with pleasure.
She reached up to kiss him, and he breathed heavily, panting into her mouth. The mattress springs creaked rhythmically and she felt herself close to coming, the grind of his body against her clit and his cock against her g-spot pushing her closer to the edge.
There was a knocking at the door. "Ane-sama?"
"Shi-" Kazuma didn't quite curse, but he sagged over Bishamon's body, breathing hard but trying not to breathe too loudly. His penis twitched. She could feel his heart beating fast against her skin.
"Don't answer," Bishamon whispered. "Maybe they'll go away."
The knocking grew louder. "Ane-sama? Are you there?"
Kazuma gave her a look. What do you want me to do?
"Uh." Bishamon craned her neck over Kazuma's shoulder. "Give me a minute!"
They moved, but the sudden change in position pressed just so against her clit and Bishamon jerked forward, a sudden jolt of pleasure making her gasp.
More frantic knocking. "Ane-sama, it's really important."
"I can't find my clothes!" Kazuma said. His voice was a frantic whisper.
"What?!" Bishamon said.
"My clothes...I don't know where they are!"
"Ane-sama?" More knocking at the door. "We're sorry to bother you, Ane-sama, but it's a bit of an emergency-"
"Call my name!" Kazuma whispered, urgently.
"What?"
"Call my name! Hide me in the drawer."
Kinuha and Akiha waited outside the door. There was the telltale ding of a shinki transforming, but they weren't terribly observant. They didn't notice the slight flash of light beneath the door or hear the frantic opening and shutting of the dresser drawer.
"Kinuha, Akiha." Ane-sama opened the door. Her hair was disheveled; she was wearing her robe. "It's after midnight. What's wrong?"
"It's Kuraha." Akiha and Kinuha were striken. "He was chasing a ball down the corridor and somehow he got his head stuck under the stairs."
"What?!" Bishamon said.
"We need you to change him back to human form." They looked at Bishamon sheepishly.
"I'll be right there!" Bishamon said, and ran out the door.
At that moment, she completely forgot about Kazuma.
xXx
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Two hours later, Bishamon opened the dresser drawer, where her earring glinted, brightly. "I'm so sorry!" Bishamon said. She picked up her earring, slipping him back into her ear. "Kuraha got his head stuck in the stairway, and even when I turned him back into a person, he still couldn't get out. We ended up having to cut a hole into the banister."
"Is Kuraha alright?"
"He is, he was more embarrassed than anything else."
Kazuma sighed.
"This is why I always tell Kuraha not to play ball in the house."
(They found Kazuma's clothes a few moments later: they had fallen into the crack between the wall and the mattress, pushed down with the bedsheets after Kazuma had straddled Veena.)